Hello again. Am writing this right now mostly because I've had a demanding message from my pal Sian - she of the Grim Reaper inspirathon - saying 'Blog, will ya, I've got a boring lunchtime coming up!'
It occurs to me I've been meaning to blog since last Tuesday, when, inspired by her example, I found myself weighing in at 17st 13lbs again.
Since then, to be absolutely fair, I've had a bad Disappearing week. Rather too many frapuccinos, rather too much in the way of 'Gods, I'm so busy, I'll get on the bike tomorrow!'
So who knows what the Nazi Scales will say tomorrow? Prrrretty sure they won't say anything as positive as 17st 13, because, after all, why would they? You have to play the game to get the gain (or loss - hell, ya know what I mean), and this week hasn't really been a 'play the game' kind of week.
I will, however, be getting on the damned bike later on today for a proper sweatathon. I will, I will...
And yes, it will, it will mostly be out of a mixture of fear and contrition about what the morning brings.
Made an eye-opening mistake yesterday. Grabbed a formal shirt from the wardrobe because I was in a hurry. Happened to be one of the formal shirts I bought when I was pre-all Disappearing. Holy Hannah. technically, that was only 2.5 stones ago (35 pounds, Americans), but there's no way of making that thing sit right on my body any more. Of course, everything's relative - I got down 3.5 stones further than where I am right now, and I can only dimly remember the clothes I was wearing at that point. Still - a distinct eye-opener and a motivator to go the right way, rather than sliding backward.
On - to posting before lunchtime.
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